Because of My Knife

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Blue lips drawing a last breath.

Pale face empty of your rosy blush.

Blood crimson dripping from your skin.

Your body losing its lively flush.

AN: Eh. Predictable, I know. Came to me in my US History class. Haha. Oh well. Vote and comment if you liked!

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 29, 2013 ⏰

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